Who can resist the party pull of the sand and swinging nightlife in Britain’s capital of surf? Not hens, that’s for sure. Newquay’s pubs and clubs pulsate as the sun descends and the beach boys and their boards decamp to their campervans. Dance till dawn in Barracuda, Bertie’s or Belushi’s. Recuperate on the beach.
Visit Fistral Beach for body-boarding, bathing and beer-battered fish from Rick Stein’s. Wade into a messy maelstrom of quad bikes, rock climbs, zip wires, beach barbecues and spa-house pampering. Out on the big blue yonder, snorkel, surf or sharkwatch. On the big day, catch the flowers and head back here for your own hen.